Golden Temptation – A Yuri Story - Chapter 3

After dropping Anna off, Jing Xuan drove through the quiet streets. Hoping to take a shortcut, she veered off the main road into an area that seemed forgotten by the city—uneven pavement, broken streetlights, and an eerie silence filled the air. Slowing down, Jing Xuan suddenly caught the faint sound of someone crying for help. Her instincts kicked in. She pulled the car to the side and followed the voice into a shadowy alley.
The narrow alley was pitch black, but as a trained martial artist, Jing Xuan could rely on her sharp hearing to guide her. The cries had already turned into soft sobs and the unmistakable sound of fabric being torn. She broke into a run and spotted two figures in the dark. Even without seeing clearly, she knew what was happening. Without hesitation, she leaped behind the man and delivered a swift karate chop to the back of his neck. The man crumpled to the ground with a thud. The girl, barely conscious, collapsed into Jing Xuan’s arms.
“Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?” Jing Xuan called softly, but the young woman had already passed out. With no other option, she gently lifted the girl and carried her out of the alley.
Back at her place, Jing Xuan laid the girl on the living room sofa. The lighting now revealed what she couldn’t see in the dark—her rescuer was momentarily stunned. The girl’s face was breathtaking: soft contours, a delicate chin, naturally curved lips, and diamond earrings twinkling on her petite ears. Her nose was high and defined, long lashes fluttered faintly over deep, expressive eyes. Neatly shaped brows framed her face, and her silky hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. Though her skin was streaked with dirt and tears, her beauty remained untamed and stunning.
One side of her top had been torn down, exposing a fair shoulder, but thankfully, her inner clothes remained intact. Jing Xuan let out a quiet sigh of relief—had she arrived even a moment later, the consequences might have been tragic.
The girl looked to be around 167 or 168 cm tall, in her early twenties, and likely a student based on her clothing. Jing Xuan studied her quietly—long legs, slim waist, full chest… She quickly caught herself staring and slapped her own forehead. “What am I thinking?!” she muttered. After all, no matter how calm one tried to be, finding a disheveled beauty on your sofa could stir thoughts better left unspoken.
Her top was beyond repair. Jing Xuan picked up her phone and dialed. “Will, drop by my place tomorrow morning with a set of women’s casual clothes. Size M.”
“Got it, boss.”
After hanging up, she returned to the sofa, wiped the girl’s face gently with a damp towel, then carried her to the guest room. She considered lending her a set of pajamas but decided against it—it might be better to avoid misunderstandings, even if they were both women. After tucking her in and quietly closing the door, Jing Xuan retired to her own room for the night.
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The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains and warmed Qiao Fei’s face. She frowned and slowly opened her eyes. “Where am I?” she murmured, suddenly sitting up. Seeing she was still in yesterday’s clothes. She recalled the events of the night before and felt a wave of relief. Just as she was about to rise, she heard footsteps and quickly lay back down, pretending to be asleep.
The door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped in. Jing Xuan walked in with a relaxed smile, her eyes warm and calm. As she stood beside the bed, she noticed the girl’s tightly shut eyes, trembling lashes, and slightly wrinkled expression. Clearly, she was faking sleep. Amused, Jing Xuan folded her arms and simply stood there, watching.
Qiao Fei grew restless. “Why isn’t he saying anything? What’s this guy doing?” she thought. Just as she was about to “wake up,” a gentle, gender-neutral voice broke the silence: “Don’t worry. I’m not a bad person, and I won’t hurt you. There’s no need to be afraid.”
Flushed with embarrassment, Qiao Fei slowly opened her eyes. In front of her stood a strikingly handsome young man with stylish short hair, sharp brows, and a teasing smile that curled at the corners of his lips. His eyes were narrow and curved slightly when he smiled, giving him a mischievous yet oddly charming appearance. She felt both annoyed and curious.
Seeing her awake, Jing Xuan offered her hand. “Hi, I’m Jing Xuan. I was the one who saved you last night. You’re in my home. Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m fine. Thank you for saving me,” Qiao Fei replied cautiously. “But it’s really rude to stare like that.”
“Ah—sorry!” Jing Xuan scratched the back of her neck, a little flustered. “I was just… never mind. Anyway, if you’re feeling okay, you should get up. I made breakfast. Your clothes were a bit torn, so here’s a set of casual wear. You can shower and change in the bathroom—it’s over there.”
With that, she pulled a neatly folded outfit from behind her back like a magician revealing a trick.
The moment Qiao Fei heard that her clothes were torn, her face turned red. He saw? She clenched the blanket tighter around herself, her imagination running wild. If Jing Xuan had known what she was thinking, she probably would’ve banged her head against a wall—after all, she was also a woman!
Qiao Fei grew angrier by the second. That smile—so innocent! She’d fallen for it! Furious and embarrassed, she jumped to her feet, and the blanket slipped off, exposing her pink lace undergarments. Jing Xuan froze, eyes wide and jaw slack. Qiao Fei followed her gaze and instantly yanked her torn shirt up, screaming, “You pervert! Still staring?!”
A pillow flew toward Jing Xuan, who caught it mid-air.
“I—I’ll just step outside, okay?” she stammered, then beat a hasty retreat from the room.